Everyone who knows Psy will tell you the same thing about her. She's kind, independent, family orientated and she doesn't take lightly to people who boss her around.
However, the small amount of people who actually know her well will tell you a different story. Sure, she seems as if she could be all those things mentioned earlier: she has a way of fooling people. Hell, she even got me in the beginning and I am known for fooling and not being fooled. Perhaps that's how she excels so much in acting and performing without any professional training. She's been acting for so long now after all...
Perhaps I should start from the beginning: I don't know much about her. I've only put together a few bits and pieces from her nights of sobbing and screaming, as I was forced to comfort her. Not that I didn't want to, but it gets tiresome to see people you care about slowly die on the inside while you feel unable to help them... Sorry, I'm getting side tracked again: let's begin with Psy Warner's story.
She grew up in a family of five: her mother Linda, her father whose name she can't remember, her little sister Mieke and her older brother who she refuses to talk about. Let's begin with her father:
Lying, drunk, abusive, well that's what I picked up at least. I remember one night out of many, she was sobbing into my chest, cursing her father and stuttering stories that made my hair rise and my blood curdle. Stories of how he'd beat her brother, verbally abused her and her sister and pushing their mother around, calling her useless and a complete waste of space. Strangely enough, however, the constant rebuke and revile from her father seemed to matter less to her than what her mother had done.
I know very little about Linda Warner. From books and newspaper articles I know that she used to work for a studio that was supposedly a rip-off of the ever famous Warner Brother's studio. That at least explains why Psy's last name is Warner too. From the pictures in the articles and the photo Psy keeps not-so-hidden underneath her pillow, I learned that her mother was very beautiful. She was also an amazing actress and an even better singer – which accounts for where Psy gets her talent from. Unfortunately Linda Warner was forced to retire somewhere close to the late 80's when the studio she worked for became bankrupt and had to be closed down.
But that's a story for another day.
Before I digress any further, let's get back to what's important here: the relationship between Psy and Linda Warner.
Unlike her father, her mother was loving, generous and would go out of her way to protect her children.
Just not from their father. I'm not sure why her mother decided to put up with that man. Psy told me it's a question she asks herself almost every day. It sounded almost like she was afraid of him, yet worshipped the very ground he walked upon. Whatever the reason was, her mother must have felt it's the only key to her happiness because the day that man left...
Psy told me that from all that had happened in her childhood she remembered the day their father walked out on them the clearest. From what I picked up through the screaming and the shaking, it was also her most painful memory.
Not the part where their father had called them all useless and claimed they had ruined his chance of success while proceeding to walk out the door and slam it shut. Oh no. What caught her was her mother's cold stare as she whispered: "Thanks a lot, you three just broke this family..."
That's probably the biggest reason for Psy's fragility associated with things concerning her past: she's been living with the guilt her mother managed to dump on her so many years ago. I've tried to convince her multiple of times that it wasn't her fault. I'd wipe away her tears and grab her by her shoulders, trying to set her straight, but she'd just shake her head violently and throw my hands off, getting ticked off at me for not agreeing.
Funny, even at her lowest point she's stubborn, a trait we seem to share.
After the fiasco with her father, her mother went downhill and all her love for her children seemed to have disappeared. From what Psy managed to stutter out between sobs, her mother didn't bother with food or keeping the house clean like she used to do. She became an alcoholic and wasted all their money on drinking and gambling. Defunct as a mother and caretaker, Psy's brother was forced to steal and beg just to keep her and her sister alive.
She'd grab me by the arms and throw all her weight on me, repeating the same question "How can somebody go from loving the one moment to hating the next?"
Her bloodshot eyes would stare into my concerned ones, desperate for an answer. It was as if the question was eating her up alive.
It had the same effect on me: I wanted to answer her just as desperately, but I couldn't.
She lived in a broken home for two years, until one day...
This was the hardest to get out of her: she'd always begin with the story then she'd stop as tears filled her eyes and she proceeded to shove her face in my already soaked chest for the hundredth time. With a lot of patience and time I managed to get some of the story with very little detail. I felt bad about fishing all those painful memories out of her, but I wanted to help and I can't help if I don't know the story.
With what little information I could find, I started to understand why she was so broken. If what happened to her ever had to happen to me, I'd be torn to bits.
Apparently her mother was having another one of her rage attacks she seemed to pick up somewhere over that long two years. She was throwing dirty dishes on the ground and throwing chairs over in a drunken state. Sometimes she'd grab a knife and just stab everything in her path.
And poor little Psy wasn't careful enough...
I remembered how my fur bristled from anger and disgust as Psy managed to pull her top over her head, disregarding the fact that she was sitting half naked in front of me, though at that moment, it didn't matter to her. She took my hand and trailed my finger down a rugged line from underneath her chest to her bellybutton, forcing me to feel the scared remains of her mother's last memory.
It was easy enough to put the pieces together.
She said that all she could remember after that was her mother's remorseful face and darkness taking over. She woke up in a hospital bed with a strange woman hovering over her, telling her that she's in a different home and that she'll never have to suffer again.
She refuses to go further than that. At that point she'll either cry herself into a seemingly ineluctable fit of tears and dejection, or she'll wipe her eyes and stand up, whispering a demure thank you as she walks out, suddenly abashed to be in such a state.
You never know with that girl.
This leaves me with a lot of new questions flying around my mind. What happened to her mother? Why does she hate her brother so much? And if she was in a new home then why did I find her and her sister in a state of atrophy in the street with nothing but the clothes on their backs? Her bones sticking out through her torn shirt and the despairing look she gave me when our eyes first met.
I'm afraid that will have to remain a mystery till the next emotional encounter, or at least till she's strong enough to go further.
Yes, Psy Warner does show herself as happy, kind and independent.
But deep down, lies a broken little girl...
First of all, don't laugh at my crappy story writing skills, I'm an artist not fucking Shakespear . Second, it's in Yakko's pov and thrid XD I just wanted to write a short description of Psy just to let you guys know what her life story is and it turned in to a 3 page story . So I decided to take advantage of it (Seeing as I've already worked out her entire life from when she was born to her meeting the Warner trio) and I might turn it in to a full story ^^ Even though I hate to admit it, it's mainly going to be about Psy and Yakko (him being the lover boy he is) But I'm gonna work in all the other animaniacs characters (Especialy Slappy, holly chapsticks how I love that nutty old hag XD)
I promise the next chapter won't be as depressing as this one, this is just something random I made and it inspired me to make a story out of it.
Oh and I'll be leaving links in my profile so that all you curious little critters can see what Psy looks like ^-^ (Well the very few who'd actually bother reading this fic)
So enjoy ^^ And try not to be too harsh on me .